I Heard a Girl on the Street Singing the Same Tune My Daughter Sang Before She Disappeared 17 Years Ago. So, I Moved In Closer

I was heading home from ⁤work one​ evening, thinking about the bills​ I needed to pay later.‌ But as I turned onto the town square street, a familiar tune suddenly caught my attention ‌and made me⁢ stop.

It was⁣ the song I used to sing with ​my daughter ⁣Lily before she ⁤vanished from our lives 17 years ago.

There it was, clear as day, sung by a young girl across the square, her eyes shut tight and a bright smile on her face.

The melody brought back memories of when our little girl filled our home with warmth and happiness. All my worries faded away that day, and it felt like my legs were moving on their own.

The girl looked so⁢ familiar. Dark hair framed her face in soft waves; her smile reminded me of countless old photos⁢ and memories.

She even had a dimple on her left cheek.

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Could this be my Lily?

“Looks like you didn’t enjoy my singing,” she said⁤ as⁤ she ⁢walked over. “Was I really that bad?”

“Oh no,” I chuckled nervously. “That song is very ‌special to me.”

“Oh really?” she replied curiously.

“It’s super important for me too! It’s one of the few memories from when ‌I was young. I’ve been singing it forever; it’s all that’s left from those days.”

She⁣ seemed ready to leave so I quickly⁣ asked, ⁢“What do you mean by that?”

“It’s a long story,” she said while glancing at her watch. “Maybe another ⁣time.”

“Please! I’d love to hear it,” I urged with my heart ⁤racing.

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We went over to a café and found a cozy booth ‍in the ⁢corner. ⁢The more I‍ stared at her,‌ the more familiar she became—her eyes, smile, even voice felt like home.

It felt like something missing in my life had finally clicked⁤ into ⁢place.

“You have‍ an amazing voice,” I said trying not to show how nervous i was.

She sighed while ‍looking down at her coffee ⁢cup. “I didn’t exactly ‘learn’ it; it’s ⁢just… it’s ⁣all that sticks out from when i ⁤was little. My adoptive parents always called it my anthem.”

“Adoptive parents?” My voice trembled⁤ slightly as i asked.

“Yeah! A family took me in when i was five after they told me about how my real parents died ​in an accident.” Her expression softened as tears welled up in⁤ her eyes.

I wanted to ask for DNA testing right then but part of me feared believing what i hoped.

Image for illustrative purpose only.Her head shot up suddenly . “Are you serious?”Her eyes widened with shock .“My…my mom’s name was Cynthia too!” She exclaimed . “I remember because she’d always make sure I’d say both hers and dad’s names . Are you…are you John?”“Yes,” holding​ onto her hand tightly.” I’m John.”

We sat there staring at each other speechless .

It felt like all those lost years finally found their answer!

“Dad?” She whispered shakily .

“Yes ‍,Lily,”I ⁤managed through tears.” It’s us.”

After some time ,i asked if‍ Lily ⁤wanted to meet Cynthia .

Then told everything that happened earlier⁢ today .

“Oh God ,oh ‌God,”she‌ cried.” No way ! That can’t be true!”

I held onto both hands trying calming down

“It is true,Cynthia.Our Lily has returned.”

“Where is she? Where’s our Lily?”she questioned anxiously

“She’s here behind this door,”i answered feeling emotional myself.

Cynthia took deep breath

 Image for illustrative purpose only.”Lily… would you mind confirming ⁣this with DNA test?” She looked sorry saying this .” After so long,I just need⁣ proof.”Lily nodded softly smiling back.” Sure Mom.I want that too.”We set up testing & within week results confirmed ⁣what we already knew!Lily⁤ belonged us‍ & we belonged together!

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